Ficlet: Peace

It was cold. The young girl hugged herself more tightly as she walked the lonely streets alone. The wind blew persistently upon her face, and she felt that cold, bitter sting against her pale flesh, that chilling rush in her ears. It would rain soon, she knew, and when that happened, the streaks of stained water would hammer down onto the hard, stony pavement. It would pour down as a sheet from heaven, veiling her sight, obstructing her way. It would flood the only path home. The gale was seemingly pulling her dark hair away from her face, flattening her thin dress against her body. Against the elements of nature, she was so vulnerable, so weak. And she was so weary of forging ahead.

But she was not afraid. No matter how cruel conditions were, her footsteps did not quicken; her heart was a peaceful lake. Amidst the turbulent waves of life, she had hope in a Father who would never leave her alone; a Father who would always be there, ready to help her. And she smiled. There was nothing to worry about.

*sigh*